I guess this strip would work with many, many other professions as well. My brief brushes with employment gave me enough insight to appreciate my state of self-employment. I’d be lying if I said I enjoy it every day though. There’s some upside to having a regular paycheck, paid sick leave, paid vacation, not having to bother with accounting and taxes, etc. etc. Besides a reliable, I’d say the fact that I’m always on the job is the most grueling part of self-employment. No matter what I do outside my office, a little voice in my head always keeps telling me: You could be working!
But at least I don’t have a boss! Ha!
The recent Facebook post this week about “Janet” Airlines hiring a pilot made us think that Chuck obviously would be all over that as he is with every new and exciting aviation adventure. We had many ideas to the subject yet knowing that we really can’t let Chuck actually fly for them.
But what exactly would make him a bad candidate? After looking at the requirements, we saw that he technically meets most of them. And while looking at the requirements and talking about what kind of job this would actually be in all reality, we came up with today’s strip. Of course to Julio this was obvious right away …
We actually have ONE JANET PATCH procured through Aviatorwebsite and our closeness to Las Vegas for those of you who are interested and/or are patch collectors. These are really hard to get and the new PVC versions just went to the airlines a few weeks ago allowing for more detail in the patch and for a “glow in the dark alien”! How cool is that?!
Available in US shop if you are quick.
Well, I posted last Tuesday’s strip on reddit, and was consequently schooled that we probably meant “biennial” instead of “bi-annual” and that we’ve got it mixed up. Well, to our defense, we’re both not English native speakers. But, I got curious in the subject and looked it up in the dictionary. It turns out that it’s a rather confusing subject, because both definitions (twice a year and every two years) show up. The same goes for bi-weekly and bi-monthly.
Ah, English. Such a tricky language! One of my favorite oddity is “flammable” vs. “inflammable”, which, apparently, both mean the same thing. Do any of you know other funny glitches in the matrix of English?
Man, is it hot again today! We really have a serious heat wave going on here in central Europe. I’m not (really) complaining, I absolutely prefer heat to coldness. It’s just that sometimes, when it’s too hot, my brain slows down. So, as it’s currently 36°C (97°F) in my office, I can’t be bothered with coming up with a blog right now, I hope you understand! Fortunately, I can’t be swapped out with the comic artist next door!
One of the greatest things about being a cartoonist is the dress code. Or should I say the lack thereof? I sure love the fact that I only have to wear ties on special occasions, such as weddings. I also love the fact, that in my case, the job I have and the one I want are one and the same. But does anyone know about a similar rule that works for *income*?
Anyway, this rule of dressing for the job you want can really only apply in a corporate setting for people with modest goals. If you work as a garbage collector, but want to be the president, I think a pinstriped suit would probably be an impediment in your current job. Or if you work in a fast food joint but would rather be a deep sea diver.
So Chuck finally has a girl’s attention and he is reaching deep into his bag of tricks to keep her interested. It seems a lot of you wish him the best. Maybe he deserves to get lucky one of these days. The long-time readers among you know of course that Chuck has been on one or the other date before but has not yet been able to hold on to a chick for a longer time.
Bad hearing does seem to be an aviation affliction though. I think it runs in the fixed-wing side as well but I know for sure it’s affecting the helicopter side. My own family is proof of that. Almost all my in-laws have worked around helicopters and chainsaws at one point or another and none of them hear well. You should hear the sound level at those family gatherings!
It’s along the lines of …
“It’s windy today!”
“What? No! It’s Thursday!”
“So am I! Let’s have a beer!”
I am also starting to feel the effects even though I am much more careful around helicopters the older I get. I am spending way more money on better headsets and helmets now that I used to. It’s worth it! Unfortunately it doesn’t undo the damage you do as a young buck not listening (even though the hearing was better then) what to old aviators are telling you …
Oh my goodness! Has hell frozen over? Are pigs a’flying? Does the sun rise in the West? It seems that Chuck finally meets with sweet success … and handles it accordingly.
Chuck sure knows how to make an entrance, doesn’t he! Thanks again Alasdair for the idea for this strip!
According to Alasdair, our reader who wrote us with this idea, this really happened, albeit at a supermarket checkout instead of a bar. Too bad that there are no epaulets for comic artists! Or maybe I should start this fashion trend? One stripe for each comic strip that’s being published, and medals for special achievements, such as unpaid bills. I’d soon look like a third world dictator!
The real Nobu has a lot more stories about this particular subject since he has many more hours of flying helicopter tours than me. I had most of my “pukers” during fixed wing flights (among them my dear brother even) and not quite as many in helicopters. People are always surprised when I tell them that but I think with it fast moving skinny blades, a helicopter “cuts through” a lot of turbulence as compared to a stuck wing with a whole bunch of surface area for the turbulence to act on. Although, it’s been said that once you get sick in a helicopter, it will take you the better part of the day to recover. After many years of flying I have developed almost a 6th sense about spotting a puker before he or she gets in the aircraft. It has saved me from massive clean-up operations many times.
And on a side note: I have had days where I did so much flying and making so many decisions all day that when the clerk asks me at the end of the day if I wanted plastic or paper, I’m often so burned out and tired that I find myself unable to make that one more decision.
Has that ever happened to you?